243/Lost and Found

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Lost and Found
Date of Scene: 03 March 2020
Location: Lorna's Room
Synopsis: Wanda and Lorna share their grief over the loss of Genosha, their father, and mourn.
Cast of Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Lorna Dane




Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda Maximoff teleported outside of the school's gates and walked up to them to avoid setting off the kind of alarms she imagines the school has for unexpected visitors. After talking on the intercom, she entered, met by a student to walk her up to the school.

Thankfully Charles Xavier was waiting at the entry way, so Wanda's education into the intricacies of Call of Duty: Infinite Warfare that the student was conducting came to an end as Charles said, "Thank you James, I'll see to Miss Maximoff from here."

Wanda's explanation of the broadcast of the Genoshan time capsule and thinking, hoping, it might have been Lorna drew a soft smile from Charles. "I may be able to enlighten you on that," he says, motioning for her to follow.

Not long after, Charles raps softly on Lorna's door. He calls through it, "I'm here with Wanda Maximoff. Might we come in?"

Lorna Dane has posed:
The door popped open rather than any sort of verbal answer followed. Within the room was suffice to say, a level of chaos that was not the usual for the magnokinetic. Usually organized, clean, and neat.. the room was upended with clothes shoved to different sides and with half the pillows on the bed arranged on the floor. The curtains were drawn against the sunlight, and a large space heater made the room hotter than necessary.

In the center of it all sat Lorna, her legs crossed and her arms outstretched. Her eyes were shut and she seemed to be endlessly spinning and rotating a number of metal objects in the air around her. Her own figure floated a few inches off the ground, and she wore a simple sports-bra and pair of black leggings. Her green hair floated about her in the magnetic currents she had sank into, a form of meditation. Which was likely better than the alternative of sitting in a ball and crying..

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Charles' wheelchair quietly backs away from the door as it starts to open, allowing Wanda a clear path to see into the room. Her mouth falls open and she lets out the kind of strangled gasp that someone has as they have suddenly granted a wish that they dared not let themselves truly believe might happen, for the pain if it did not.

"Lorna!" Wanda says, and she hurries forward into the room. She's wearing a simple dark skirt and a black sweater. Her face has a few more worry lines, looks a little more haggard than usual. Though also not nearly as bad as it has been in the preceding days.

Wanda hurries forward, dropping down to a knee near to Lorna, and if Lorna doesn't do anything to stop her, Wanda throws her arms about her half-sister to hug her tight. "I didn't even dare hope... I thought maybe it was you when I heard the message, oh thank God," she says anxiously.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna didn't react when Wanda dropped down in front of her, didn't react when the other woman gasped or anything. She seemed more interested in whatever she was doing with the metal objects floating about her. It wasn't until Wanda was there, throwing her arms around her, that Lorna blinked her green eyes open, clearing away the magnetic senses from her vision and letting the metal scraps drop to the floor in surprise.

A soft 'oof' escaped her, and slowly, her arms came down to smooth over Wanda's shoulders.

"Wanda?" She breathed, seemingly slow to exactly untangle her mind from her meditations. Her own hair was shorn short, far shorter than Wanda had ever seen it. She even had //bangs// now. But the new hair cut was choppy, and her hair was messy. Shadows hung heavy about her eyes and if she was thinner than Wanda remembered, it wasn't likely due to her older half sister's imagination.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda leans back enough she can look into her sister's eyes, though her arms about her still in a gentler hug. "Yes, it's me. I thought I lost you," Wanda says. Tears that she's managed to go the last two days without shedding any more of, come readily to roll down her cheeks. Wanda wipes at them hastily with the back of a hand.

"I've been back and forth over the island. Pulling people out. Looking for you," she says, reaching her hand over to touch Lorna's cheek along the side of her face. Her attention goes to Lorna's hair for a moment, brushing the bangs. Focusing on something small and simple to help herself get control of her emotions again.

"Do you..." Wanda starts to say, but then seems to second guess what she was about to say, noting Lorna's state. "Do you need anything, anything I can help with? I've been trying to organize things. Michael's helping. And Fitzroy," she says, naming a couple of reasonably high government officials who luckily were away from Genosha when it was attacked.

Lorna Dane has posed:
To say that Lorna had been coddled in Xavier's since her rescue was an understatement. Jean had chased even Scott away from questioning the green haired woman. It was likely for the best, her mind was in a fog, and when it wasn't... well, then was pain and tears and hurt. So it was better to wrap herself into the magnetic fields, to ignore the outside world for a little while longer.

Wanda's words were jarring, to hear the raw sounds of pain from someone else other than herself was.. a bit of a shock. Still, she let Wanda run her hands over her shorn locks, allowed Wanda to hold her close. More than she had ever really allowed before. The tears that trickled from her sister's eyes had her hand reaching up mechanically toward her.

"Jean made sure I ate something today.. other than pizza and cupcakes. And soda.." She offered softly, her eyebrows furrowing faintly. "I'm... whole." She offered. As if that was the most important thing to sum up for Wanda. She didn't say 'fine' because that would be a lie.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda's eyes glisten with the unshed tears that didn't make it to her cheeks yet. She nods slowly, understanding written across her face. "Jean's good like that," Wanda says, focusing on something positive.

She glances over towards the doorway, and Charles nods and then closes the door to give them privacy. Wanda turns back to Lorna and says, "Pietro is ok. He's... off. Looking for vengeance I imagine," she says quietly of her twin that she hasn't seen much lately, only heard from.

Wanda moves her hands over to Lorna's shoulders, holding them gently. "I thought I'd lost you," she says. "There's... there's too much," she says, looking down and shaking her head. "I'm glad you made it here. Charles, his people, they are the best," she says. "If you want to come and stay with me at the Mansion at any point you can, too," Wanda says. "Is there anything I can do?"

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna averted her eyes as Wanda spoke of Pietro, of his need to run down vengeance. To seek out the fight she knew she should be looking for as well. Part of her wanted to. But the other part of her knew that she if she started down that road... then she would never stop. It was a vast, yawning chasm of anger and hurt that swelled inside her. And she knew it was there. It was raw, and enraged. She could so easily become what everyone had always feared she might be.

Slowly, she lifted her gaze back to Wanda's as her sister settled her hands on her shoulders. With the same measured movement, she reached out her hands to try to tug Wanda's away off her shoulders and into her grip. Lorna's fingers curling gently around Wanda's own if allowed. "I am lost." She breathed, "I close my eyes and I'm still there." She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And when I go into the magnetic fields ... I'm alone. And everything is wrong." She swallowed a lump that formed at the back of her throat.

"And I don't know if I'll like who I am when I'm found."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda's hands close about Lorna's, holding them with enough tightness it suggests she will hang onto her, and not let Lorna go. "I understand," Wanda says softly. She shakes her head, and it seems like speaking is difficult for her. "I... nearly did rash things. To myself. Tried to, even," she admits, shaking her head.

Wanda brings her eyes back to Lorna. "But there are others who helped me through it. Just like you and I are going to get through what you're feeling. Together," Wanda says, her words spoken with the firmness of a promise.

Wanda says quietly, "But you're not alone. Never alone. You're my /sister/, Lorna. And I love you. And we're going to go on together," Wanda whispers.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna let Wanda's grip tighten over her hands, the firmness was a bit of a surprise, but she wasn't going to deny her half sister that physical touch. Not when it was as simple as this. A hug could be dangerous. A hug could lead to her crying. And that just simply would not do. So the green haired woman settled, and listened.

The younger of the two women paused, and slowly shook her head. "It's not.. you don't understand." She mumbled. "I.. I have always felt.. in the fields.. there's always a North Pole and a South Pole.. and.. n-now.." She broke off, and she felt that traitorous moisture well up in her eyes again.

"It hurts." She managed to choke out. Why was it so hard to say 'Dad's dead?' She mentally shook herself, and squeezed her eyes shut briefly.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda nods her head slowly as she listens to Lorna. "It hurts. I know. Our family has never been short on this kind of pain, have we?" Wanda says, looking down and shaking her head at her own memories of losing those she grew up calling mama and papa.

"But we persevere too, don't we? This is also a family trait," Wanda says in her softly accented English, speaking slowly as she often does. "You have been through a lot and made it here, to be a tremendous young woman and a leader. Pietro and I survived the loss of parents when we were children. Hunted by demonic cultists. And Father too. All that he lived through. He will want us to go on. You heard the messages, yes? You released it, I'm guessing? We /will/ go on Lorna. We will do it together. And though it may feel an absence to you, it will always remind you of him and keep his presence strong in your heart that he live on as part of what you accomplish."

Wanda's hands squeeze at Lorna's. "We will go on. Because we are his children."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna swallowed hard, "I heard it." She might have been playing Magento's speech on loop via her phone. The back up one she'd had stored here at the Mansion.. just in case. And now it was the last Genoshan make cell phone she'd ever have. "And yeah.. I.. I did." She whispered in response to the question of whether or not she'd been the one to release Magneto's last words to the world.

Her green head bowed lower again, hanging as she averted her gaze and rolled her shoulders forward in a slump.

"What am I supposed to do? I failed Wanda. I failed everyone. I couldn't save them. I couldn't..." Her voice seized up and she shook her head, trying to let her fall. "When it mattered, I failed. I can't go back. I can't answer questions. I can't help anyone. I can barely help myself."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda slides over closer, offset a little to the side so she can slide an arm about Lorna's shoulders and guide her into a hug without either of them having to stretch very far. "We go on," Wanda says, a hand going to brush the hair on the back of her younger sister's head gently. "It's none of our fault. Bad things happened. And we will find those responsible for it. It is on them, not on you."

Wanda hugs a little tighter. "But you take care of yourself first. It's going to take some time. I know. It won't be easy, but you'll make it. My sister is stronger than anyone suspects. Herself included," Wanda says.

"I'll deal with matters in the meantime. I have help. What can be done on the island has been done. We will continue. But take care of yourself first. The rest are in good hands for the time being. We'll need you. But we can get by for now," Wanda tells Lorna.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna mechanically let her head settle on Wanda's shoulder as her sister slid up beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. A slow, deep inhale and exhale followed. The younger sister pursed her lips, struggling to fight back her emotions yet again as she sat there on the floor amongst the piles of pillows and clothes scattered around her.

"Why do people keep saying that..? That they need me?" She mumbled, biting her lower lip. "I can't be what everyone needs me to be anymore.." But even as she said that, inside she knew that she would drag herself along //because// people needed her.

Even if she didn't want to admit that.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"You're my sister," Wanda repeats. "Of course I need you. Pietro? He needs you too. He's just a bit of a bull-head when it comes to admitting," she says, managing to make her tone have a slight, light-hearted measure for the last part. Wanda moves her hand down, gently rubbing Lorna's back as she hugs her.

Wanda shakes her head. "But you don't have to worry about anyone else for now. Get yourself right. You've been through a lot. You've got people here who love you. Let them be a part of what you're going through. They can take it. They can help," she says quietly.

Wanda repeats again, "You're my sister. And family is everything. I had you and didn't appreciate it for awhile. But I know now how special what we share is, sister. We're here with you." Wanda leans her head back, enough she can see Lorna's face and give her a reassuring smile. And privately thinking how glad she is that Wanda was able to get her own head right before this moment. With help.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna slowly, shifted to better settle against Wanda's frame and figure, her arms curling up against her lap as she closed her eyes and just let Wanda speak. It was better, it felt better, to listen. To pretend, if only for a little while longer that she could let someone else handle everything.

Even if it couldn't last.

"You know that's not what I meant." She breathed, and flickered a glance at her older sister as Wanda leaned her head back to meet her gaze better.

The green haired woman reached out a hand, and a few metal scraps floated up to her hands and melded together under her direction. The hum of magnetism at work permeated the air between them. "Can we.. have a... a memorial? For him?" She asked softly. She knew Wanda and Pietro didn't like their father to put it simply, most people didn't. But all the same. It felt more fitting than a funeral. Not that there was a body.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda looks to her sister, green eyes on green eyes, and she nods slowly. "Of course we can," she says. "I think there are a lot of people that will want to pay their respects," Wanda adds quietly. "But we can also have something private, too. For just the family. I think maybe we could use that?" she suggests.

Wanda watches Lorna at work with the metal scraps. She hesitates for a moment and then reaches over to rest a hand on Lorna's. A red aura gathers about both of their fingers where the sisters hands are touching. It spreads up both of their arms and then both of them, their memories of Erik are shared. Reinforcing each other. Helping Lorna to see details she might not have noticed. Not just physical details perhaps missed when focusing on his magnetics. Wanda saw their father's spirit, and her feelings and remembrances become part of Lorna's as she forms and reforms the small metal scraps.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Wanda's comment about a small, family, gathering earned a faint nod and a weak twist of her lips that had meant to be a smile but ultimately failed to truly turn into one. Anything else quickly fell apart as Wanda reached out with her hands and her powers to pull their memories forth between them to share.

The memories allowed Wanda to feel the pull in the electromagnetic spectrum that Lorna had spoken of. She would feel the warmth that radiated from their father when he was pleased. Feel the how the opposite of his polarity felt compared to her own... even how Lorna could pinpoint where he was in the world at any time as surely as she could the poles. Through the spiritual eyes Lorna gained a newer deeper understanding that she hadn't had before. So much of her world had been shaped through magnetics, and that shared bond with her father.. that she had missed the other aspects.

By the time Wanda was through, Lorna's tears had overflowed, trickled down her cheeks and freely ran. She sniffled weakly, blinking hard as she tried to clear her vision through the blur of tears.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda lets go gently, letting the magic fade, and enfolds her sister in both arms. "Loved him too, even at the worst of times," she says, keeping Lorna tight in her arms as if she could just ward away anything else in the world from her sister.

Wanda doesn't say anything, though her own heart is aching at having sensed what Lorna felt from their Father. It's a good ache in some ways, but also it makes her feel his loss even more.

It is a moment words aren't needed, or offered though. Just two sisters being there for each other in their moment of hardship and loss.